I'm a police officer, and I'm always proud of my uniform.

It was my long-cherished wish to be a police officer, and in order to achieve it, I used to put in a lot of hard work: studying hard, exercising hard, and working hard to drill the camp......

When I was a child, I was most afraid of two kinds of people, one was a village cadre, and the other was a teacher.

They will often tell you by pulling pigs and cattle to lift the roof: agricultural taxes cannot be delayed, and tuition and fees cannot be owed! So since I was a child, I have understood a truth, to be a farmer must also have capital, if one acre of land can not grow three taels of silver, then you have to hurry up and struggle.

So for a while, my dream was to become a village cadre or a teacher.

I was a class president for one year in junior high school. The glory of being a class president is that I can be in charge of the class fee, so at the end of the semester, I can buy a revolver plastic artillery gun that everyone envies, and the market price is four yuan.

No one cared about the origin of the four yuan, although the four yuan was equivalent to a week's food for a rural junior high school student; No one cares where the class fee they paid is used, because the teacher said that if they want to pay it, they have to pay it, and the class leader says that if it is used up, it will be used up.

But it's not that I don't understand people, my homeroom teacher once touched my head and said to my father: "This kid is an official!" ”

It can be seen that I am gifted in bureaucratic education, and I feel that I am getting closer and closer to my dream of being a cadre.

Until one day, I saw with my own eyes that a certain cadre in the village was beaten by a group of big caps because of poor hospitality; My homeroom teacher, who ran to persuade the fight, also lost two front teeth. In an instant, my dream shattered.

So a new goal was set, I wanted to be a police officer: they were the best people in the world!

In those years, the police uncle liked to go down to the grassroots level and mingle with the people.

Because they are worried that the common people will support themselves if they are too full, they often considerately follow your dog, collect your two chickens, and organize a police-people boxing exchange meeting from time to time to promote the construction of spiritual civilization in rural areas.

I envy them so much.

Recently, the phenomenon of violent law enforcement by the police and urban management in some places has been exposed on the Internet, which has made many people indignant. However, in our opinion, these current law enforcers still need to study hard compared to their predecessors.

More than ten years later, I became a people's policeman as I wished, but the world seems to have changed all of a sudden.

I don't know when you started talking about human rights and civilized norms, and I can't get any benefit from my majesty except for being able to roar loudly in front of the old, weak, women and children.

But fortunately, in this restless era, the uniform on my body can at least bring me and my family a sense of security that others envy.

In the third month of my work in the State Bureau's Public Security Management Detachment, I followed the detachment leader to Qingshan Realm to carry out a "special mission".

Qingshanjie is a remote mountain village in Langdong County, which is under the jurisdiction of our state, and is inhabited by the Dong people. In May this year, a Dong boy named Shi Laoban died of myocardial infarction, and after being buried for nearly 50 days, he actually crawled out of the grave and survived mysteriously.

One stone stirs up a thousand waves. First, there were exaggerated reports on the Internet self-media; Within a few days, the news spread to the outside world, and all kinds of institutions and organizations under the banner of supernatural societies and religious studies came one after another.

For a time, the Qingshan Realm was hyped into a variety of mysterious places such as "parallel universes" and "gates of hell"; There are even those with ill intentions who take the opportunity to propagate cults among the Dong people, and the influence is bad.

This has seriously violated our core socialist values. The higher authorities ordered that the negative impact must be completely eliminated, the network connection between the Qingshan Realm and the outside world must be cut off, and the relevant personnel must be specially supervised.

To this end, the state bureau took the lead in setting up a special working group to be stationed in Qingshanjie, and extensively mobilized the masses to quickly and decisively deal with the speculation and eliminate the impact in the form of public security joint defense.

Our task is divided into three steps: first, to effectively expel all media and practitioners involved in the Tsingshan Realm at home and abroad, and to block all online information related to Tsingshanjie; Next, actively do ideological reassurance work for the local people and provide positive guidance; Finally, supervise relevant personnel and do psychological counseling to prevent re-unbelief and affect social stability.

At that time, my colleague Xiao Sun and I were mainly responsible for supervising the party Shi Laoban. This kid claimed to the public that he was released back by the officials of the underworld when he went to the underworld, and finally caused an uproar.

After the commotion, Shi Lao's Office was listed as a key person involved in stability on the public security network, and it should be specially supervised.

His range of activities is limited to a radius of 1,000 meters around the house, and the two of us will protect him 24 hours a day, not allowing him to cross the line, and not allowing him to have too much contact with outsiders, until he sincerely repents and has obvious signs of psychological correction, and the supervision can be revoked.

At noon that day, my grandson and I were squatting in the old Shi's office to go to the toilet, and the detachment leader led two old people to us.

The detachment leader said that one of the two is Huang Sheng, president of the Provincial Taoist Association, and the other is Meng Guangping, deputy director of the Provincial Institute of Cultural Relics and Archaeology. They had red-headed documents in their hands and wanted to have a conversation with Shi Lao's office.

Before the two old men entered the house, the detachment leader glanced at me and motioned for me to follow up and pay attention to the movements.

I understood it and was about to follow into the house, but the chairman Huang turned his head and shook the document in his hand at me: "Comrade Xiao Li, there is a spirit on this, the content of our conversation belongs to the confidentiality regulations, don't follow up in the end!" ”

I looked at the detachment leader, who smiled awkwardly and told me to pull back. It seems that the weight of the document with the prefix is heavy.

The three of them talked in the house for four or five hours that day, and I have no way of knowing what they said.

After the conversation, Shi Laoban changed his stubbornness in the past, actively cooperated with our work, and actively accepted the statement that the resurrection was just a phenomenon of "suspended animation" - this was the previous adjustment of medical experts at the provincial and municipal levels.

Our "special mission" was also successfully completed ahead of schedule.

The most ridiculous page since the police has finally turned over.

Two years later, through some connections from other countries, I was successfully transferred to work in the public security bureau of a district in the provincial capital, and the road of life felt smoother and smoother.

Our generation grew up in the rural post-80s, generally poor, but invisibly cultivated our psychological quality to be able to endure humiliation and burden, generally speaking, our skin is much thicker than that of today's young people. Because of this, after entering the workplace, I can know how to drill camp better than others.

In the blink of an eye, the north wind came as promised, and the provincial capital "Shuangshuang" was wrapped in a withered depression.

It was only past nine o'clock in the evening, and the streets that used to be noisy had deserted a lot. I walked out of the interrogation room in a very good mood. The boss was also very happy and asked me, "Did you supply everything according to our requirements?" ”

"Confessed!"

"Without further ado, you should go and send the confession to the procuratorate, so as not to have too many dreams at night. Remember, be sure to hand it over to Ye Jian yourself! ”

"I'll do it, don't worry!"

I whistled, got into the Cadillac I had just bought, put the confession in a document bag, and drove to the district prosecutor's office.

According to the district government's plan, before the end of the year, the three public security and law agencies originally planned to move to the newly developed political and legal park. Due to the progress of the construction period, the court and the procuratorate have already moved to the office first, and our public security bureau may have to delay until the beginning of next year.

The road leading to the political and legal park still seems to be very desolate. The streetlights shone listlessly in the wind, and the few pedestrians who occasionally passed by outside the car window shrank their heads into their down jackets like ghosts.

When we reached the intersection of Changzheng Road, the car suddenly stopped and broke down on the spot. At my level, I don't have the ability to get it to start again, and I can't figure out why.

I kicked the tires of my car and my heart was furious. Time is tight, the task is heavy, and the mount just dropped the chain at this time, which is really fucking unlucky!

I searched with my mobile phone, and there are no auto repair shops in the vicinity that have not yet opened; If you want to take a taxi, there is no green on the road. I was about to ask for help from the squad in the bureau, when I suddenly heard someone behind me shouting to me: "Is it Officer Xiao Li?" ”

I looked back and saw a man in his sixties standing behind me. He has a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, is of medium height, holds a few books in his hands, and looks like a pedant. I thought this person was familiar, but I couldn't remember where I had seen it.

"That's right, my surname is Li. Dare to ask the old gentleman, who are you? ”

"Can't remember? Hehe, the contemptible Meng Guangping, once in the Qingshan Realm of Dong District, we had a relationship. ”

"Oh! It turned out to be the director, disrespectful, disrespectful. ”

"What, the car broke down?"

"Isn't it! I'm in a hurry, it's not going here, ghost fire poke! ”

Meng Guangping hurriedly took out his mobile phone and said to me: "There is no car repair this time." You're like this, I'll help you call someone to come and see, it's my friend, it's not far from here, and the car repair technology is first-class. ”

I thought about it and called the brothers in the bureau to help, but it was also time-consuming, and I might be scratched by the boss: Look, can you still do something? It's better to just ask Lao Meng's friends to help.

"Then thank you so much to Director Meng!"

Director Meng waved his hand and said, "Where to speak, it's just a matter of raising your hands." ”

He immediately called his friend, and after a few words of explanation, he hung up the phone and smiled at me: "Wait a few minutes, he'll be there soon." ”

Meng Guangping pointed to a small shop with lights not far away, and said to me: "Officer Li, it's freezing, come with me to bake a fire, I can't delay you." It's an old bookstore, and a friend of mine owns it, and I'm going to deliver books to him. ”

The old man is old, and he has a lot of friends!

I walked into the bookstore with him, holding the file bag tightly in my hand.

The shop is really old, and the owner doesn't even bother to clean the dust and cobwebs, and if it weren't for the lights in the house and the fire burning in the return stove, I really doubt that I would have entered a haunted house.

The owner of the bookstore is also an old man, sloppy, holding a book alone, sitting by the windside and watching.

Seeing me and Meng Guangping coming in, the old man only raised his eyes and said lightly: "Sit!" ”

Meng Guangping acted like a master, brought me a stool, poured hot water, and spread it inside and out. I thought in my heart: With Meng Guangping's status, how could he become friends with such a small person? It seems that their relationship is not ordinary.

We sat by the return air stove, and the coal fire was blazing inside.

Meng Guangping and I chatted with each other. He is a high-level intellectual, and his words have a strong bookish atmosphere, and I am an old man, and I don't care about that, and the two of them don't talk speculatively.

The owner of the bookstore read his book from beginning to end and didn't say a word to us.

Meng Guangping said: "We have been separated from the Qingshan Realm for two years in the blink of an eye, right? ”

"Well, it's been more than two years."

"Time flies! Officer Lee, you know what? In fact, the thing that Shi Lao did back then, and the later article, do you want to hear it? ”

I was interested in this, and I told him that I would like to listen.

He coughed and said, "Of course, in the later stories, the protagonist is not called Shi Laoban, he has another name, called Wang Ziheng." ”